Massive morning dew rested quietly on the tips of the green leaves, leaning forward so slightly as if it were about to slip off the next second.
The morning mist carried the fragrance of grass and trees, a fresh scent that was especially refreshing, and the birds on the branches gathered together, chirping noisily.
A white Porsche came to a steady stop at the courtyard gate. A pair of slender legs stepped out of the car first, followed closely by a small fox trotting along step by step.
Chapter 137